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Sue had led Tim to her room—to hers and Reed’s room—with her hand around his cock. Not only did she want to make sure he stayed with her, she didn’t want to stop feeling his hot, hard manhood for any reason. She stepped heedlessly through the communal ‘living room’ of the home floor, over the abandoned toys and projects of her children and their friends, through the automated door into her own private quarters. There, she was just as careless in passing framed pictures and holograms of her and Reed, the family they’d built—dating, marriage, honeymoon, childbirth, adventures and everyday moments, all blithely ignored as Sue hauled her young lover to the same bed she’d shared with Reed for so long, the same place where he’d given her two wonderful children.

There, at the foot of her marriage bed, surrounded by reminders of domestic bliss, Sue fully disrobed, exposing herself to Tim with complete shamelessness before flopping back onto the bed, her bare breasts bounding such that she would’ve been scandalized if even her husband had seen them—just not today.

And so Sue sprawled on her back, legs parting, mouth open, hands massaging at her crotch to try to make up for the pleasure Tim wasn’t yet giving her, the pleasure she couldn’t live without. She was horny, hornier than she’d ever been in her life, only for this teenage boy’s huge cock. She was dying to feel it inside her.

Sue raised her head, having to tear herself away from the delight of her own masturbation—the sight of which had rendered Tim still and speechless. A violent heat coursed through her pussy as she saw Tim’s cock once more. It seemed bigger than ever. “Fuck me right now,” she shouted hoarsely. “Hurry, darling, fuck my cunt!”

Tim just stood there, gaping at her, his cock ready and willing, but the boy unsure of what to do with his able equipment.

Sue whimpered, fingering her cunt as fast as she could, squirming her ass on the bed, her legs still spread so wide Tim could look inside her, see the pathetic substitute her fingers made for his cock. He undid his neck clasp, letting his cape fall behind him, ripped his tunic open, shrugging it off as well.

“Fuck me, Tim, fuck me!” Sue took her hands to her legs, spreading them as wide as they’d go, lifting her knees into her large breasts, opening her cunt completely for the acceptance of Tim’s cock.

All that was left now was the green unitard that Sue had already unzipped. Tim plainly tore it off his body, revealing the sculpted muscles and smooth flesh Sue had known were underneath his clothes. Now totally naked, his cock stood up taller than ever, enormous, swollen to bursting with blood and cum. Tim clambered over her, climbing onto the bed as possessively as he mounted her, aiming his cock at her open cunt.

He looked into Sue’s eyes as he entered her, feeling a buttery resistance at first, then a soft and warm parting before him, her tightness almost sucking him inside. He saw Sue’s eyes widen, her mouth stretch, her tongue loll obscenely to the corner of her lips as her cunt was finally done being empty.

With barely a moment to grow used to the feeling of being filled so thoroughly, Sue scissored her legs around Tim’s slender waist, furiously humping herself up against his penetrating cock. “Fuck me, fuck me!” she begged, her voice at an even higher timbre than before now that she had him inside her, already giving her the beginnings of a truly awe-inspiring orgasm. “Your wife is so horny… your wife is so fucking starved for her husband’s cock! Fuck my cunt good, Tim, make it come!”

“If you’re my wife,” Tim said, his mind whirling far too fast for any sense of morality to keep up, “shouldn’t you do as I say?”

Filled with the intoxicating arousal of the Mandrill’s spell, Sue nodded desperately. “Command me, husband! Tell your wife how to take good care of you!”

Tim pulled out of her and, figuring it was better to be hung for a sheep than a lamp, turned the audibly dismayed Sue over, onto her belly, her great breasts cresting the sheets, her ripe ass facing him for the first time, begging to be fucked with the sheer juiciness of its buoyant flesh. Just to see if it would snap Sue out of her present state, he slapped Sue right on her left cheek, her matronly, wide-hipped ass wobbling like it never wanted to stop.

“Oh God!” Sue moaned, sounding more lustful than ever. “Do you wanna fuck my ass?” She reached back, gripping the firm, rounded cheeks of her bottom, spreading them wide apart for Tim to see the puckered entrance to her ass. “Do you actually wanna fuck my ass? My other husband never does that—says it’s my vagina that’s designed to have a penis in it. Like having one in my ass is sick. Sick and wrong and twisted and perverse! Put it in my hole, Tim!” she cried finally, looking at him anxiously over her shoulder. “Your wife’s tight ass is yours to fuck!”

Tim hunched atop her, aiming his stone-hard cockhead at her asshole, pushing into its ring, lubricating her with the juices her pussy had well and truly soaked him with. Sue sighed with a happy titter as she felt her asshole stretching, spreading until it seemed like it would burst with the effort of holding Tim’s enormous cock inside it. Well, it wasn’t like he had a condom anyway, and one Robin being a teen parent was quite enough.

“My asshole needs a good fucking!” Sue growled, relishing each word like she was shouting vile obscenities at her worst enemy. She pushed her ass backward, finding Tim’s stately, solicitous entry into her backdoor far too slow to sate her lust. “Cram that big dick inside me! I want all of it!”

Tim pushed down with relentless obedience, obeying Sue’s lustful orders like the well-trained soldier he was. He had the feeling of being a toy Sue was using to satisfy some deep-seated need, which drove away whatever guilt he felt over his own enjoyment. He was simply a tool, giving Sue what she wanted, what she was desperate for—the woman begging for and enjoying every inch he sunk into her tight ass.

He paused once he was all the way inside her, having forced his way in fast enough to satisfy her but not too quickly that she couldn’t accommodate him. She’d been in pain, he knew, but those pained sounds had been full of pleasure, and the pressure of her sphincter gripping and squeezing the base of his cock wasn’t half-bad either.

“Yes, yes,” Sue was saying, her quiet voice directed more to herself than anyone else. “What I always wanted, always dreamed of… just want to be a good wife… good wife for my husband… fuck my every hole… all for him…”

It was possible she was something of a submissive. Tim dragged his cock back out of her, stopping with his glans just parting her sphincter, then he slammed back into her. Sue squealed in surprise, but no pain, and exhaled in a groan of voluptuous pleasure. A climax, brisk and relieving and only the beginning.

“Yes,” she repeated. “Yes.” It now seemed to be her only thought, and Tim wanted it to stay that way. He repeated the motion with growing speed, reaming her asshole with long, skillful strokes that grew hard and fast, until Sue pushed her hand under her belly to finger her clit, her pussy, writhing and bucking under him with the all-important pleasure she was receiving. “Harder, Tim! Keep on fucking me, fucking your wife! I’m gonna come again!” Then she shook her head, corrected herself. “I can’t stop coming!”

Tim fucked her asshole as hard as he could, driving her pussy onto her fingers, her knees into the mattress, the mattress into creaking bed springs. He could even hear the floorboards groan under the legs of the bed, the fury of his thrusting going right through Sue Storm. Sue stiffened all over, unable to stand the heat slamming all through her body, the power building explosively in her ravaged asshole. With three finger stuffed in her cunt, she was coming again, coming uncontrollably, an ecstatic pressure temporarily released in her orgasmic deluge that slapped into the bedspread between her legs, leaving a dark spot that would take hours to fade.

She thought of Reed finding it when he finally came to bed, finding out that his wife had become Tim’s wife, gotten the pleasure she’d always wanted from him but so rarely gotten, that she’d come and come and come while he was too busy with his science projects. The thought almost seemed to make her come again, but she couldn’t discount how good it felt to have Tim’s big prick entering her as she had always dreamed.

As if sensing her literally guilty pleasure, Tim slapped her on the ass again, feeling the force of the blow travel through his deeply embedded dick with a wonderful tang. Sue cried out again, her ‘punishment’ making her feel even guiltier, the fuck more taboo, everything naughtier and sleazier and sexier. She felt like a whore, a skank, a slut—the kind of bitch who would marry a barely legal teen just because he fucked her so well, so hard.

“Punish me!” she breathed. “Punish your wife for being such a nasty whore! Discipline her, husband!”

Tim sank on top of her, driving every inch of his rigid prick into her ass, then covered her already flushed cheeks with slaps, the pressure and muted force he felt on his shaft making Tim almost think he was using Sue’s willing body to masturbate himself. It was a decadent, indolent sensation, especially how Sue moaned with every blow, sighed with the simple presence of his cock inside her ass.

“Bad girl,” Sue moaned, again almost to herself—Tim again got the feeling that he was just satisfying her, being used by her, and it was somehow intoxicating. “Imma bad girl… punish the bad girl… make me take it… make me take your cum…”

For long minutes, Tim spanked Sue’s ass at his leisure, slowly converting its tanned bronze to a sheen of red not unlike a particularly ripe fruit. Sue began to beat her head against the mattress, chanting how she wanted his cum, how she needed his cum, how a wife was the only place husbandly cum belonged. She worked her body back against him, masturbating his cock in and out of her ass in complete servitude to his pleasure and to the pleasure he gave her.

She said he could put it anywhere, so long as it was with her—in her ass, in her pussy, in her mouth, across her tits. He could cum in her hair and she’d style it into a hairdo, walk around the city using his seed as gel. And as much as he tried to hold out, Tim could not resist Sue’s depraved fantasies forever.

Especially when she talked about how he could cum all over her and she would have one of her friends lick it off, describing in detail some of the beautiful women she’d befriended and admired, and some of the daydreams she’d had to indulge herself while Reed neglected her. Her fantasy life was so detailed that Tim could almost see it, all those lovingly described girls, some good, some bad, but all willing to either serve Sue or force her into servitude. He made the mistake of closing his eyes and he could picture them—She-Hulk, Crystal, Medusa, Lyja, Alicia Masters, Frankie Raye, Sharon Ventura, a plethora of girlfriends of Sue’s own brother, whose philandering ways Sue had always envied. It was too much for him—not just the scenarios Sue dreamed up, but the memory of how dignified and repressed she had been, compared to this lustful, sex-starved madwoman demanding he fuck her, fuck her forever, keep her coming until the end of time.

The cum seemed to boil out of Tim, sending tremors through his shaft as it fired between the blushing cheeks of Sue’s ass, flooding her burning asshole as if anything could put out her hot lust. Sue squealed as she felt him fill her up, his seed foaming out of her asshole, running down her thighs, joining the obscene pool of her own juices upon the bed.

Groaning in satisfied defeat, Tim pulled out of her, upon which Sue whirled around and confronted his half-hard cock. Shamelessly, she popped it into her mouth, sucking from it her own juices and the semen it was covered with, not releasing him until Tim had produced another ejaculation to satisfy her. Thankfully, Tim’s body was young and fruitful, his load as prodigious as it would be had he been saving it up for weeks (and indeed, perhaps he had).

Even so, it took long minutes for Sue to sate herself, cleaning the cock of the tired, but happy, Tim. Then Sue rolled over onto her side, finally feeling the soreness in her overworked mouth and asshole and cunt, the hateful inertia of her body’s disuse giving way to wonderful, vibrant satisfaction.

And remembrance. At last she recalled her circumstances, her responsibilities, her life, and even the bright shining pleasure of what she’d just done (and done and done and done) not able to block the shame of how and why she’d been so gratified. And even that shame was not able to make her fully regret the enjoyment she’d just seized.

“Oh God, what have I done?” Sue muttered, her voice impossible to read, a smile impossible to erase from her cum-stained lips.

“Me?” Tim offered weakly, realizing that he’d been somewhat successful in satisfying whatever mental impetus the Mandrill had put on Sue, and so released her from its power.

Sue looked him over, shocked that her bold and impetuous lover, who had claimed her so thoroughly and given such loud voice to her fantasies, was so… short. “But you’re just a…”

She broke off, there. Her confused face resolved itself into a smile. A pleasurable tremor had gone through her body, and in the face of that, she simply could not feel guilt. Reed wouldn’t hold it against her, disobeying the strictures of a social custom he found no logic in. Tim was certainly not displeased. The only thing offended had been her own passive, priggish personality, which she had wrestled with before and would do so again. She’d fulfilled a fantasy, a fetish, and now it felt like a wall had broken inside her, letting out all the lusts she had pretended not to even feel. She wanted even more fucking, no matter how tired or sore this last session had left her. She wanted to fuck all night, and she wanted it with her husband, who she deserved, not with some boy, no matter how fit and well-hung.

Boy? No. He was a man, now. And it was time for her to be a woman.

***

“How was the field trip?” Reed asked, confidently tagging and locking away the ‘eye exam’ experiment, its testing successfully concluded.

“The Mandrill attacked,” Sue said. She was invisible—the better to hide that she had still not dressed, nor even wiped herself clean of her time with Tim. But she let her footfalls be heard, and that was enough for Reed to half-notice her. “He’s in custody now. And I fucked and sucked a teenage boy.”

“Oh?” Reed asked, a simple verbal grunt to encourage interaction, knowing Sue could hardly be finished with a conversation after a mere few sentences.

“Oh yes. I kissed him, showed him my naked body—it got him very hard—and I jacked him off and sucked him some, let him fuck me—in our bed, of course—then I let him fuck my ass, too. We really should try that sometime. I enjoyed it immensely.”

“That’s nice, dear.”

Sue uncloaked herself, feeling a nasty grin on her lips—long since licked clean of Tim’s seed. “Which reminds me… haven’t you been wanting to run a security drill on the building’s defenses, but of course Johnny and Ben have always had better things to do?”

“Yes, dear.”

“And I know you’ve been meaning to recapture the Mandrill ever since his escape. With a mostly male team, we are of course the best choice to go after him. Or trap him once he’s been lured in.”

“Of course, dear.”

“And didn’t you suggest once that I take a lover for when you’re too busy to satisfy me—maybe a series of one-night stands—just fucking someone because they suit my fancy, not because I feel any meaningful connection to them?”

“That’s fine, dear.”

“So one might wonder if you set this up.”

“Yes, dear.”

“’Yes, dear’ one might wonder or ‘yes, dear’ you set it up?”

Reed turned to look at her. He did not evince much surprise that she was naked, another man’s cum running down her leg. “It suddenly occurs to me—I am finished with my present experiment, so if you would require my attention on any other matter, this would be the ideal time for me to attend to it.”

“You do have a few husbandly duties to handle—stuff I need a man for—not a boy…“

Even, Sue left unsaid, with a thought to coddling Reed’s ego, such a big, big boy…